Good Morning Vietnam

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on) I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb) We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam) And now it's going, going, gone We got the noise that puts these lil' boys in moshpits 'Shrooms keep making me nauseous Two hoes laid in my coffin, still they picking my pockets I'm Pistol Pete, I might pop, bitch, no way Yes, I'm fucking all the she slash they Yes, I'm driving down the street wrong way Yes, I'm pissing on Bobby's grave, okay Huh, yes, okay Who call the shots? The jaws will drop bombs away Huh, yes, okay Watch Megan Fox take off all her lingerie Huh, yes, okay Who called the cops? I'm locked in Guantanamo Bay What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on) I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb) We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam) And now it's going, going, gone Yeah Bonafide meathead Bust a couple nuts, buy drugs off the deep web, uh Smoke a blunt during recess Google myself all week, hitting refresh, uh Ain't shit that I regret I don't really fuck with the he said, she said PS, I'm back on my BS, 'cause like a monkey bomb on Shangri-La That's what the whole squad wanted Telling my mom, "Stop calling" Sipping that gin and tonic Thinking my crib been haunted Vegas strip and I'm all in Sitting watching paint dry Swimming with a great white Tripping 'til my brain fried, huh What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on) I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb) We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam) And now it's going, going, gone And now it's going, going, gone